The Altamaha River carried many a pine tree to the coast. The Gulf Mist, a paddle wheel log boat, was piloted by my grandfather. My Daddy was tasked with starting the pumps every morning to raise her up out of the water. She sank many many years ago. Her wreckage sits off to the side of the Altamaha just past the Rayonier Pulp Mill.
Rayonier. As a child I thought it was the Love Boat docked on the river at night because of all the lights and the shape. The smell…if you have never had the priviledge of smelling a pulp mill plant, what a treat you are missing. I would tell my family that the mill “pooted”.
Seeing the river and thinking about what it means has made me want to look up stories of the raft hands days and the days that Granddaddy piloted. I think that is what I am going to do with the rest of my night.